My spiritual mentor Michael lives in a place of serenity. On his farm in the grasslands of Saskatchewan he has mapped out a Cretan labyrinth with field stones. Medieval monks walked such a labyrinth at Chartres, between masses, deep in meditation. Breath comes into rhythm with step. Time slows. The spiral leads to the centre. A tree grows at the heart of the labyrinth. There is a simple bench to sit on. Facing west. The afternoon sun sinks toward the horizon. The meadowlarks & magpies call out in the wolf willow. In our inner selves there lies such a spiral. Walk inwards with your being. The centre is a place of eternal stillness. Calm. Silent. The Source. Be there.
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